Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Side Bar, Ante The Fuck Up

In June of Aught Seven, I made the claim that beer was overrated. Surprisingly, the response was not as cut and dry as I imagined it would be. The objections were lucid, intelligent, and well thought out(...overruled) (That one was for Walt Clyde) and I leave open the possibility that I was wrong.

That being said, Side Bar made a proposition:

"we are going to do a beer tasting (and I am comfortable volunteering Open Bar to participate without checking with him first) and I am going to try an show you the error of your ways.

Leave the car keys and the baby . . . it's going to be a long afternoon."

I accepted said proposition, but he has yet to deliver because either he's a bad friend and he hates me or because it's in his nature to offer things and not deliver because he's Irish. I say this thing has to happen some time before Mother's Day, so I declare (and I am comfortable volunteering Open Bar to participate without checking with him first) that you must make this happen, Side Bar. I'll eat a ton of pasta beforehand, and I'll be ready to go.

PS - I'm not even sure what that Irish joke meant. I don't think it really fits any Irish stereotype, and in fact I would think he'd want it to happen in order for him to drink since Irish people are drunken bastards. Well, this doesn't really take me very far in terms of apologizing to Irish people.

5 comments:

All right, let's just do this thing already. Let's pick some bar with an impressive beer selection (there are quite a few on the UWS), but I don't think we're heading toward solving anything here. It sounds like Chuck is kinda meh about beer, but chose to write a post to incite SB and me. Mission accomplished. Can we go get drunk now?

Also, this post reminded me of one of the funnier posts I've read, and one that largely sums up my feelings toward beer. Here's the first paragraph:

"Some people are beer snobs. I, on the other hand, am a beer whore. I’ll drink any beer, even if it’s not my own. If you put your beer down, I will drink it. I don’t care if you put three cigarette butts in it. Three days ago. It still tastes good to me, even if it doesn’t taste good at all. I don’t care if it’s regular old Budweiser. I don’t care if it’s one of those douchebaggy fruit porters brewed by some café-owning asshole in Oregon. I will drink any beer. Hell, I even drink hard cider, which is the gay man’s beer. I don’t care. If it’s brown and carbonated, I am ingesting it quickly. Beer has no hope around me. I’d take it in from both ends if it were physically feasible."

The rest is here: http://fatherknowsshit.blogspot.com/2006/03/daddy-drinks.html